Sunday, August 3, 2008

Home Notes for Far-Flung Family and Friends...

It was 30 degrees this morning. It's not the first time it's been this cold in recent days. We need to get our winter wood supply in and stacked. It's not all that many weeks away til the morning fire-building routine resumes, with me in my regular position in front of the woodstove. And, once again, we'll all be competing for the top winter cozy spot in that green chair in the corner. I love the warm, radiant heat of the woodstove...

We still have hazy-smoky days, but we had a haze-free day two days ago. The wind must have been blowing in the right direction. The sky was again, for a day, a clear, bright, lovely blue.

Two days ago, when I was on a walk, I heard honking geese. And then they flew overhead in a V-formation. Going south. What do they know that I don't know? Maybe they were just doing a day-trip or a short-distance relocation.

I'm voting for a mild winter this year as a reprieve from last year's nightmare, never-ending snows...

Mr. Silly inserted himself into the photo...

And he makes a much more interesting subject than a fondue pot (that went straight back into the cupboard after having its picture taken).

The Horse-Whisperer and Rosie-the-Warrior-Dog...

For those of you who emailed (after I posted the following photo) to say that it was not a good enough view of JayJay...

Here's a more direct photo of Sweet Boy...

This is the boy who, while watching his mom make homemade cleaning supplies at our counter yesterday, grabbed a measuring cup and had a sip of Dr. Bronner's (non-toxic) Peppermint Castile Soap. It did not go down easily, and he was a very puzzled boy.

I like this girl (even if you can barely see her face here)...

She read til the wee hours of the morning last night. She barely budged from her snuggly reading spot after coming home with some new books, post-work, yesterday evening. I love that one of the books she brought home from Borders was Gift From the Sea. She's going to love that book. She already talks like she's read it. She just naturally thinks along those lines.

She seriously decluttered her room last week with some good conversation on how much stuff does a person really need? How things are nicer and more enjoyable when they are fewer. How stuff is cumbersome and getting rid of it feels like freedom.

She read Annie Dillard's The Maytrees this past week and got it in much the same way I got it. That made talking about the book fun. And it made me want to read it again.

I love that she's playing the piano more and more...

Parts of Gershwin's 30+ page Rhapsody in Blue for piano are sounding quite nice again. And I'm hearing some lovely Mozart and Brahams and Chopin.

It's fun talking on the phone most everyday with those of you who used to live here. Miss you!